"You are right." Amon walked back into the room and placed the bowl on the table. "We can help her to know that it was a dream but she had to act on her own and break the dream. We could not help her in that." the demon sighed and took out a strange liquid bottle from his pocket.
He slowly added it in the bowl and then forwarded it towards Tyrone.
"It is an awful liquid that will kill the taste buds. She would feel its taste even in her dreams and it might trigger her to wake up. Go and feed it to her." Tyrone frowned and narrowed his eyes at the demon.
"Are you in a mood to play tricks? Is there no treatment for illusionary weed?" That was a joke. He mixed so many things so diligently as if he was creating a special formula. But in the end, it was just a bunch of bitter liquid mixed randomly.
"It would only take me a minute to kill you if you did not stop joking." Tyrone tilted his head. His dark eyes bored a hole into the face of the demon.
